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I can be moved. I can be rolled. But nothing will I hold. I'm red and I'm blue, and I can be other colors too. Having no head, though similar in shape. I have no eyes - yet move all over the place.
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, grown in the darkness, a lady's delight.
I have it, I donβt share it. If I share it, I donβt have it. What is it?
Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it?
What goes through the door without pinching itself? What sits on the stove without burning itself? What sits on the table and is not ashamed?
I always have to work with something in my eye. What am I?